I wouldn't say I was completely surprised

When you showed up

on my doorstep,

one day


After all, I could smell

Your soft, sipcy scent,

Long before

You came


Still, you mean the end

Of warm, lazy days,

Full of kayaking,

And swimming,

And sun


But I guss you aren't all that bad,

Once I have got used to you;

After all, your shorter days

Mean biking,

And reading

Under trees


In fact, I kind of like you here;

Your cool breezes banish

The sticky mugginess,

And we finally have

A season


And actually, I want to spend time with you;

I want to climb the trees,

Now painted bloodred,

And inhale deeply

Your soft spice,

and dream

The End

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